Sunday, February 14, 2010

What is typical?

With all of the dates that occur everyday in the world, you would expect some type of routine to them. Other than the dinner and a movie, there really is no routine. I am also starting to realize that typical is only a minimal expression. As you have read in my blogs, nothing seems to be typical. These men are all uniquely freaks in their own right.

I have encountered, red neck to white color, black, white, Hispanic, India, Native American and who knows what else. Everything from unemployed to mortician. I am afraid to ask what else could be out there. I enjoy the interesting and cultured. I could skip the hunting and fishing. But it seems the sane, well educated, and honest men elude me. Have they all been stranded on a desert island somewhere in the Pacific ocean?

Gilligan was a cutie but was hit on the head with a few coconuts too many. One thing I never understood about "Gilligan's Island" was that it was intended to be a "three hour tour" but the people who lived on the S.S. Minnow, Gilligan and the Skipper, didn't have any other clothes but the guests, Ginger, Mary Ann, and the Howls all had tons of clothes that were always perfectly pressed. The Professor, he didn't have any clothes either but that would actually make since.

You would think that with all of the skill it took to build the huts with hammocks and the little village they had going on their with the performance stage and everything that they could have built another boat of at least a raft. Funny how strange and unique people always seemed to show up on the island but yet they were never rescued. That's it, maybe I am on Gilligan's Island and just seem to keep bumping into the freaks and weirdos that wash up on shore. I wouldn't mind dating the professor though. What was his name anyway?

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